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Volume IV: Our Sighs and Our Tears

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This story is No. 4 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 4 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR1872169,121129942,27315 Jul 1223 Oct 12No

Duality Synchronicity Unity

Hannah had the wireless on and was singing off-key at the top of her lungs. She was in the kitchen and baking up a storm. She was feeling good. She was in a pair of her pink fuzzy socks and wearing on of Blaise’s old t-shirts that he’d tried to throw out because of a stain she could barely even see on it and a pair of his boxers - not that he usually wore them. Someone might as well put them to use. He was currently up in his study getting some last minute work completed. She knew he hated to work at home, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

Hannah sang into her spatula like it was a microphone and did a spin that was quite easy in her socks. She was in a very chipper mood today. Both she and Blaise had the day off and as soon as he was finished with his work, and they were going to be lazy. And knowing them, probably naked too. She was currently in the process of baking his favorite bikkies up, but she was also making a pumpkin log because Meredith had mentioned never having had one before.

“Having fun?” a voice asked behind her. “Although that seems to be a pointless question.”

Hannah shouted and threw the spatula at him like it was a knife. He deflected it easily, but she felt pretty good about her form. If he hadn’t been so quick with his wand, it would have hit him in the shoulder. The slayer Shannon had been working with her on her knife throwing skills. Hannah wished she could have seen that.

“Oh my! Alessandro, I’m so sorry! You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that.”

Then she started inching behind the counter because she didn’t know how he’d feel about her prancing about in his son’s underpants - not that he hadn’t just seen all of it.

He chuckled and put his wand away. “I have been creating and modifying charms for most of my life. If I was not quick when things are coming toward me, I would not be here. I hope I am not interrupting you. I am simply here to pick up some parchments from Blaise.”

“He’s in his study finishing up. Would you like something to eat or drink?”

Perhaps if she acted like she wasn’t wearing an old t-shirt and Blaise’s underpants, it would be okay.

“I would be happy with whatever you could provide,” he said with a grin. “I would consider it a preview of the garden party that shall happen soon.”

“Oh,” she shouted excitedly, throwing her hands up in a little move that was part wave and part what Buffy called spirit fingers.

Hannah rushed to the counter and took the stasis charm off of the berry tarts she’d made for when Draco came over for dinner. She’d just make him a chocolate mousse and he’d never know and likely be happier.

“This is my mother’s three berry tart recipe.”

Alessandro took a bite of the tart, savoring the flavors as his own mother taught him to. “Very smooth blend of the sugar and berries. Very delicious. Blaise said you were a wonderful baker.”

“Really?” she asked, preening a little.

She wished Blaise would say more of these nice things to her instead of other people, but she’d take what was offered and be quite proud to have it.

“My mother taught me. She was a wonderful cook, and as Muggle as the come until you got her in a kitchen. Then she was pure magic.”

Blaise had not talked about Hannah’s family much, probably because he didn’t know the information, but Alessandro could gather from her past tense that Hannah’s mother had passed. “Did you learn all your cooking skills from your mother?”

“I did, yes. Some of my earliest memories of her are in the kitchen. She always had me in there with her. I was her little helper. The only time I even felt half of that again was when Nonna Desi visited us at my flat. She’s extraordinary, and I think I’ll always like cooking with her.”

Hannah was getting carried up in the moment. She needed to recall what she was supposed to know and not know so not to slip up and say something uncomfortable.

He smiled at her. “Well, she loves to cook and she loves to teach. I know she would be happy to spend an afternoon in the kitchen pouring over recipe books with you and exchanging recipes if you’d like. As long as you trade that tart recipe with her. That was delicious. Might I pry you for another?”

Just as she handed one to Alessandro, Blaise walked in. Didly had told him that his father had arrived and was in the kitchen with Hannah, but he was almost done with the parchments and wanted to finish them before he left his study. He shoved the finished parchments at his father and leaned heavily on the island. “If you are eating my bikkies, I will hex you. I have been looking forward to eating those for days.”

Alessandro chuckled. “They are safe.”

Blaise turned to Hannah and raised his eyebrow. “Nice outfit, love.”

Hannah didn’t think saying she didn’t have any clothes over here would be appropriate.

“I felt like being comfortable,” she said finally. “And the clothes smell like you so... I’m going to stop talking now.”

She turned pink, spun around to the counter and started muttering to herself.

Blaise chuckled and reached for the half-eaten tart on the plate in front of his father, only to have his hand smacked with a wand. “Hey!”

“Get your own,” Alessandro said, pulling the plate closer.

With a grumble, Blaise shuffled over to the other counter. “When will my bikkies be done?”

“There’s still a few over there unless you’ve eaten them all. The fresh batch will be done in about five minutes. And I don’t want to hear any complaints about your slacks not fitting any longer.”

He glared at her but took a large bite of the leftover biscuits and sat next to his father at the island. He would wait for a new batch, trousers be damned. “I wouldn’t have to worry about it if you didn’t stuff them with so much sugar, now would I?”

Hannah glared at him. “Very well, I’ll stop baking. I’m sure Draco will be thrilled to hear that you’ve convinced me to do so.”

Next to Blaise, Draco was the biggest fan of her baking. Especially anything made with chocolate.

Blaise crossed his arms. “He’d throw a tantrum that would more than likely burn half of my estate down. Let’s not.”

“All right then, less complaints, yes? Probably a bit less eating then too. Or maybe you could work some raw veggie snacks in as well.” She came around behind him and gave his belly a pat. “Yes, I definitely think you should eat less bikkies.”

He childishly batted her hands away, self-consciously wrapping his arms around his middle. Blaise decided to add a few laps to his swimming routine. “Bugger off, and I’m not eating raw anything.”

Alessandro rolls his eyes. “It’s nice to see you have grown up.”

“Isn’t he delightful?” Hannah said. “And not at all vain. I’m sure he’s not mentally adding laps to his swimming regimen.”

Blaise was glaring.

“Silly,” she said before kissing him lightly. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you. You’re quite loved just as you are.”

She didn’t even notice that she’d said that thing she slipped up and said sometimes. That L word. And in front of his father, too.

Blaise was very proud of himself for not tensing up or sputtering like a firstie in potions class. Instead, he brushed off Hannah’s statement and continued on with the conversation as if she hadn’t said anything. “I can be as vain as I want. I know you meant everything as a compliment but I don’t appreciate limits being placed on my beauty.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re prettier than I am. Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? Why Blaise Zabini, that’s who. He’s still the prettiest. You do know that’s not even one of the best things about you, correct?”

“But it’s a damn nice perk,” he quipped, finishing off his biscuit.

“You must be so proud,” Hannah said in a dry to tone Alessandro.

“He has his moments,” Alessandro replied. “Then...he has some...off moments.”

“What does that mean?” Blaise asked, his mouth still half-full.

Alessandro shook his head. “Just wait until Christmas,” he told Hannah. “He will be unbearable.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a pout.

Hannah sat down next to Alessandro. She knew Didly would take out her biscuits when they were done if she was engrossed in something else. He was very good about that.

“I could stand to hear a bit more,” she said.

Blaise grabbed the parchments he had brought down and scooted them closer to his father. “Here. This is what you came for. You were fed, even. Now get out.”

“What Christmas stories could you possibly not want her to hear?”

He glared. “I don’t know. How about, oh, all of them.”

Hannah giggled in delight. She knew a lot of this, but somehow she felt hearing his father tell it would be more amusing.

“Which is your favorite?” she asked.

Alessandro thought over all the Christmases they had shared. Blaise always spent Christmas in Italy and hadn’t missed a single holiday. “Well, his nephew’s first Christmas was humorous. Blaise was very upset that he wasn’t allowed to open his presents before the three month old baby.”

“Oh come on,” Blaise said with a groan. “That was ages ago.”

Alessandro glared. “It was four years ago.”

He just stood and walked to the counter to get another biscuit.

Hannah giggled and put a hand over her mouth. That happened to be one no one had told her as of yet.

“Blaise Zabini, I swear.” She started laughing. “I know you love presents but my goodness.”

“He didn’t even know what was going on!” Blaise snapped. “He was three months old! He liked the pretty ribbon more than the presents!”

“This is one of his off moments,” Alessandro told Hannah.

“Is it wrong that I sort of like it when he does things like this?” Hannah said to his father. “His flaws make him seem attainable to me.”

He was very glad that Blaise found someone who could accept his flaws, as many as there were. His son could oftentimes be utterly ridiculous but it was obvious Hannah found it more endearing than irritating.

The timer went off on the oven and Blaise sagged against the counter. “Thank Salazar! Will you please get my bikkies out?” All he wanted to do was grab the biscuits and retreat outside to huff in silence. While his family knew about his quirks and strange personal tastes, he still found it strange that Hannah would be so interested. Didn’t she know these things already?

Hannah just smiled at him and went to take the treats out of the oven. She was starting to spatula them off and put them on a cooling rack when he grabbed one.

“Those are hot,” she warned.

Fucking hell!” he shouted, before she even got the warning all the way out. He sucked his burning fingers into his mouth and glared at her, as if it were her fault that he burned himself.

Alessandro chuckled. “You never learn. Your Nonna stopped warning you because you wouldn’t listen to her. I’m amazed you still have your fingers.”

“Impatient,” she said.

Hannah went to the window and snapped off a bit of the aloe vera plant there. She grabbed his hand and gently dotted some of the aloe on his fingers.

Blaise stuck his tongue out at his father, who just shook his head and finished off his tart.

“I’m not impatient. I just expect things to be ready when I need them. We all have wands, don’t we?”

Hannah gave him a look. “Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“Sly-ther-in,” Blaise said slowly. “I’m sorry. What school did you go to? In what world are we ever virtuous?”

“Draco can be, and if he can do it, anyone can.”

The look he was giving her was comical.

“What? Yes, Draco can be just as childish as you can, more so oftentimes, but he also has these moments where he’s rational and has good ideas. Yes, it doesn’t happen often, but I’ve witnessed it at least once.”

“Draco does not have good ideas. He has catastrophic ideas that we somehow come out of alive. Remember the polyjuice incident when we followed Pevensie? One of his self-professed good ideas. I nearly broke a rib in that corset!”

Blaise froze, realizing that while his father had heard many stories, he had not heard the one where his only son was turned into a woman for an hour.

Alessandro’s eyebrow rose. “I did not know English wizards were partial to corsets.”

Hannah started laughing. “Oh you should have seen it. Blaise had polyjuiced into Morag MacDougal and Draco was me, so they had to dress the parts. Mac’s fond of wearing corsets. One of Mac’s cousins pushed Blaise into her boyfriend’s lap. All of this so Draco could follow Pevensie on her first date to make certain Rowan wasn’t doing anything he shouldn’t.”

“Which is why I will never believe Draco has good ideas,” he growled out, grabbing the plate of biscuits and stalking off. “One of these days I will end up dead or in prison because of his idiotic plans!”

“You don’t mean that,” Hannah called. “I saw your face when he charged the troll to get to Alice.”

Blaise spun around. “I was having a fucking heart attack! Also? Not a good idea!

“He saved Alice’s life. Besides we got to see the crup lick his face after that. He also suggested we take that vacation we took to Greece. That wasn’t a bad idea.”

He groaned. “One non-lethal idea does not mean he is magically cured of idiocy.”

Alessandro chuckled. “As you are clearly proof.”

Blaise threw one of the biscuits at him.

Hannah gasped in surprise then did the towel pop hex at his backside.

“Do not throw my bikkies at your father!”

Ow!” he shouted. “I told you that only my grandmother is allowed to do that! You are most definitely not my grandmother!”

Alessandro managed to dodge the biscuit and leaned against the island to watch the dynamic. Very rarely was Blaise so candid around anyone that he had not grown up with. It was very refreshing. And amusing.

“Well, I should say not!” Hannah snapped. “It’s a good thing I fancy you because sometimes you are so ridiculous I want to pinch your head off.”

“Oh, and pinching someone’s head off isn’t ridiculous? It’s not even physically possible.”

Hannah hexed him with the towel pop again.

“Then I’ll just settle for what is possible, I suppose.”

“Keeping popping me and I’ll hex all your clothes black. Permanently,” Blaise said with narrowed eyes, holding his plate of biscuits in front of him protectively.

“Do not threaten me, Blaise Callisto Zabini. You won’t like the results,” Hannah warned. “I know you don’t know who you’re messing with, but you’re about to find out.”

They had both completely forgotten Alessandro was sitting there watching the volley like he was at a Quidditch match.

Blaise glared and took a bite of a biscuit. “What are you going to do? Pull my pigtails? Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not the one who wears those, now am I? You’re getting riled up. And you’re flushed. Do I need to get you a calming potion?” he asked innocently.

Hannah cast a shirking charm at his slacks causing them to tighten considerably.

“You take one step towards any area where I know potions are kept, and you will find out how not fun my binding charms can be.”

What the hell are you doing?” he asked her, dropping the plate of biscuits in favor of trying to loosen his trousers as they clung tightly to his skin. Hannah was ready with a floating charm on the plate and place it on a nearby counter. “You tighten these anymore and I’m shaving all the fur off your damned kneazle!”

“You touch my poor Stitches and I’ll bite you, and not in the fun way you like!”

The charm finally loosened. “Like a Hufflepuff like you would ever resort to biting. In a fight, you’re the one offering the other side tea and biscuits and then fall over yourself apologizing when we beat their arses!”

Hannah swished and flicked her wand quickly in a full body bind. Blaise locked up and fell to the floor.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the thundering sound of your bound body hitting the kitchen floor.”

Why oh why hadn’t he taken her wand away? He was regretting that now. Blaise could still talk though.

“Are you serious? How dare you hit me with a bind in my own house! Father, will you releas--wait,” Blaise said as he looked over to the island where his father had been sitting. “Where did he go? Is he over there? I can’t see that far. I can’t move my head. Will you release me?”

“He must have slipped out while we were...” Hannah’s face flamed. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness.”

She started pacing and wringing her hands.

“You,” she stopped, pointing at him. “This is all your fault. Your childish behavior is catching! I can’t believe... your father... oh my goodness.”

She started pacing again.

“This is just the worst, most embarrassing... I mean, first he shows up and I’m singing and dancing in your undies, and then... oh my goodness.”

Blaise sighed loudly. “Will you calm down? You heard about the tantrum at Christmas, right? You think this is anything new? When Nora and I get into fights, they are much worse than this. He understands. Now will you take this damned binding off? The floor isn’t as comfortable you would think.”

“No, I will not calm down. You’re the tantrum-thrower. I’m supposed to be the normal one, not all of... this.”

She did a wild circular motion hand gesture in his general direction.

Blaise snorted. “I’m sorry. Who was the one who was so riled up she started throwing hexes and bindings? I never drew my wand, because that would be over the top.”

“Oh no,” Hannah said. “You just threatened me. Me! And Stitches!”

Hannah sat on his abdomen in a straddle and poked him in the pectoral muscle with her wand.

“You don’t threaten my kitty.”

Blaise grunted when she suddenly settled her weight onto him and rolled his eyes. “You popped me in the arse in front of my father. We’re even.”

“You threw biscuits at him.”

Then Hannah sort of heard herself and took stock of where they were currently, and she started snickering.

“Yes, yes, my having a fit is humorous. Now will you undo this damn binding? In addition to my trousers not fitting anymore, I’m going to have a bad back and when I have to explain to the healer that it’s because my girlfriend has a temper and bound me, leaving my body on the kitchen floor, it’s not going to look good for you now is it?” he asked snippily. “And quit your laughing. Now my biscuits are cold.”

He huffed “Damn it!”

Hannah leaned down and kissed him. Right as she started to lean back she released the bind on him. His arms shot around her quickly. Hannah gasped then tapered that off with a laugh.

Blaise arched his back a bit to undo the stiffness. “Did we just have our first dual tantrum? I vote that no wands be used in the next one.”

“I can’t promise not to hex you if I get upset,” Hannah said, kissing him lightly. “That would be a lie, but I’ll try not to, and it’ll probably only be a binding so you can’t escape me.”

“Well that’s not fair. I can’t hex you. I’d feel all...weird about it.”

Hannah grinned at him. “That’s very sweet of you.”

“It’s not sweet,” Blaise said making a face. “It’s irritating. Chivalry is for Gryffindors. And can we please move this to another, more comfortable surface. You have padding to lounge on. I only have the floor.”

“Oh, all right,” Hannah said, extracting herself from his person and holding out a hand to help pull him to his feet. “I suppose we should get back to our lazy day. That is, if you’ve finished your work.”

Blaise nodded. “All I had left were those parchments that father needed. Everything else can wait, thank Salazar.” He reached over to the counter where his plate of biscuits were and grabbed one, taking a bite. “They’re not warm anymore.”

“Would you like me to make you a fresh batch or can I interest you in something else?” she asked with a playful smirk.

He returned her smirk. “Can I get both?”

“I think that can be arranged.”
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